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If I could steal the pen of the King of Hell, grit my teeth and judge myself with tears, drink ten bowls of Meng Po's soup, forget the sorrows of my past life, leap down into the River of Forgetfulness, forget the mortal world and forget you, cut off all my three thousand strands of hair, do not kneel before the Buddha and be reckless, do not become a wandering ghost in the underworld, in the next life, I will only be a top incense burner.